The Arkansaw traveler., 1887-08-20

! 1 place man, not that he would make an impression on him, but that, in self-defense, he would talk to keep from being bored. As a newspaper man, he has but few superiors, and as writer of short stories, more re- markable for their quaint tenderness than for their character drawings, he has no superior on the American press. His poems are masterpieces of meter and are often sublime in senti- ment. He has cast many bright chips upon the rapidly running current of journalism, snd now that he is reach ing maturity, he will cast a chunk-a hickory stump, doubtless, into the pool of permanent literature.
 MRS. CLAY,
 widow of Clement c. Clay, whose memory stands like a live oak and whose political accomplishments are in the hands of the historian, is a perfect type of the high bred and brilliant southern woman of a day whose sun is set. We see a few only very few-of these women now lingering in the twilight. The dusk is settling down and the old gate post which we could see just now has faded from sight, and the chickens, with solemn fiutter, are going to roost -n the pear trees. The katydid is hushed, and no more do we hear the weird music of the old negro's quills. A rail pen surrounds the old negro's grave. Mrs. Clay is one of the most interesting women whom have ever met, and l do not wonder that she was such a favorite in Washington society, years ago.
 GEORGE YENowINE,
 Editor of Yenowine's Nescs, of Mil waukee, is one of the most pleasant companions have found since one of old Lias Bucks bays threw me into the Cumberland river. Yenowine's paper is such favorite with the society people ot Milwaukee that thought its editor must be a dude. am, however, most agreeably sur prised to find that he is thorough gentleman and a newspaper man whose success could not long be de- layed. He has valuable store of in- formation, his work is fiawlessly smooth and his statements are sharp and clear. It is refreshing to meet woman so unaffected as Mrs. Yeno- wine. She seems to be unconscious of her many superior qualities. The delicate and supposedly unobserved attentions which the editor and his wife bestow upon each other prove that their home life is almost an ideal existence. A number of our companv were sitting in a parlor when some one rolled a baby carriage into the room. Mrs. Yenowine did not see it until it was near her. Suddenly her eyes were filled with tears. Yeno- wine tenderly turned her face away, and then l knew that they had lost little child.
 PERSONAL.
 shall not attempt to paint por- traits of the ladies, for I know that, despite the earnestness of the effort, 1 should fail I might use too much red here and too much blue there, re- sulting in gaudy caricature instead of true likeness; and, besides, have not studied their personal appearance. Bless you, I don't know whether they are dressed in "homespun'' or tailor made suits, but I know that they keep up with the magazines.
 Miss Mary L. Dearing, of Virginia, brings with her suggestion of the girlhood of Martha Washington. Il am making this assertion at venture, understand, for do not clearly re- member Martha's girlhood, still I know that she owned very fine girl hood at one time. Miss Dearing possesses that indescribable mental individuality which finds more ad- mirers among men than among women. She is lover of literature and flirts with Browning, grateful acknowledgement of the ripe grapes which he brings her. After awhile she will prefer the horse-apples of some rougher old fellow. In her nature there is such strong current of emotion that she is unconsciously dramatic.
 Miss Susie Hart, of Kentucky. would attract attention in any company. The distinction of being so often called beauty has had no effect upon her. She is unaffected, we'll read and in high degree possesses that strong mindedness which one rarely finds among society women.
 Miss Currie Duke, of Louisville, gives the reporters an opportunity of telling the truth when they say that she is charming girl" She is one ot the finest violin performers in the country. Her music has that soul echo which training assists, but which has its birth in God-favored nature. Miss Tommie Duke is almost marvel of brightness, and, as an admirer re-